Georgia's face went blank for a moment. "Oh—no, no!" she said quickly, waving her hands in protest. "He's not my husband!"
Dante cleared his throat lightly, his tone calm but firm. "Miss Georgia is a hea—I mean, a doctor," he explained smoothly. "I brought her here to help with your sister's recovery and to check on your health as well."
Aunt Lyla blinked, stunned. "You… personally brought a doctor?"
Dante nodded simply, his expression as polite as ever. "It was necessary."
Alina's aunt glanced at her niece, confusion and surprise flickering in her eyes. Why would the principal personally escort a doctor here for Alina's family? she thought, trying not to show her curiosity.
Georgia smiled softly, stepping closer. "Don't look so shocked, Mrs. Lyla. We're here to help. Now, let's see that patient of mine, shall we?" she said cheerfully, already moving toward the bed with the calm confidence of someone who knew what she was doing.
